RECKLESS...
(begun Tuesday 11th January at 8.10am..)
Care to tell me why, when the urgent advice from the abahlali was sent yesterday at 2.49pm, it wasn’t in my gmail until this morning, when I logged on a short while ago?
It's common knowledge that I generally access blogger via my gmail account, and I was in there last night to find no sign of either the abahlali mail or the two mails sent me by my kid?
There was more manipulated mischief going down at the Kennedy Road Informal Settlement yesterday, and abahlali had sent out an urgent call for journalists to get over there to record the goings-on. Holding back the mail ensured that I at least, couldn’t raise the alarm, not so Balliram? *hasn’t forgotten the slimy Crumb up at Dodge City for one minute….
Pretty much anything involving our Ward Councillor’s side-kick Jackson Gumede, could very well result in violence… Hopefully the situation was defused (sp) without bloodshed on this occasion, but I would have the abahlali made aware that they cannot rely on their emails arriving in time to avert disaster, as has been clearly demonstrated on this occasion…
LATER at 8.30am
I've just spoken to a friend who lives in Kennedy and she wasn’t even aware of any problems yesterday, so hopefully the matter was resolved quickly and amicably… *sighs…
Though the deliberate corruption and manipulation of my gmail account is the very least of my problems at the moment, it serves to confirm the criminal nature of my Area Controller’s activities, blah blah blah… *yawns…
Our fixed line just rang.. It was one of Bali’s chommies, asking for Capital Air..*grins.. I said for him to try again and told him the number is nothing like ours, and then hung up….As the GW is already online, the best I could do was pull the little phonejack out, to try and break whatever connection the caller had initiated… As anticipated, it had no effect whatsoever, and instead of chirruping as it should when disconnected, the phone remained silent..*winks…
Only pulling the main plug out of the wall jack ever works, and I wasn’t up for a confrontation with the GW by disconnecting him from the Interwebz… *cackles…
LATER at 12.40pm
Any chance of you smuggling a microwave meter to an old toad? Something that may at least convince a few of you sceptics out there to finally believe we ARE being barbecued on high by the criminal element running the Project down here in the Zone….
Just kidding! *falls over..
When the Rocket Scientist once mentioned that he suspected adjustments may be being made at specific masts he had planned ahead of time to visit, you may begin to see the advantage of the invisible cameras and wireless ‘nunus’ saturating our area….
Nothing moves here that isn't noted one way or another… Nothing. There is absolutely no way I would ever be given a true reading of the EMR in our home, or in Sue the Book’s or B.Snr’s for that matter.. If there is a way of getting past this total surveillance, I don’t see it…
OTOH, if Leonard Els wished to test the radiation levels in my system, I'd be all too willing to oblige..
Even if the truth of such tests were kept to a small close-mouthed few, and a false readout made public. In this way I would feel truly a part of the Crusade towards the Big Society, albeit only as a stricken LabRat… *grins…
LATER at 1.20pm
*The BackFire frequency has just arrived full-on, as I’m typing out this blog in Word*
I was up twenty minutes ago to do the gates, after which I came down and fetched my camera.. CHECK the streetlight outside the Good Man’s palace at No. 16.. Not just one, but two ladders leaning against it, and a handful of droogs kitted out in one of the dozens of company logos created to fool you… *winks..
This one says S N RETIC and the van’s Registration No is ND 652 353. Doubtless hired for the job and untraceable.. Are all these little companies genuine? Or are they simply made up, and stickon/peel off letters used to change the overalls appearance when necessary?
Why does Vivien Reddy’s name spring to mind as a possible architect of these pseudo-electrical outfits that have been popping up in every suburb over the last few years? *teeth… Is Mistuh Reddy the creator of these handy, freshly created businesses, used so effectively to muddy the waters?
It would be pointless flapping my wrinkled hand in Major-General Johan Booysen’s direction, as he will be up to his ears working on cases given him by our Head of Intelligence, and dissuaded from hunting the likes of Mr. Reddy…
Besides I've an idea that Reddy and Sutcliffe are buddies, (you hate corruption Mikey? Riight!) which would put him safely in the untouchable category…*shrugs…
I've waited like the proverbial sacrificial lamb since the GW left half an hour ago, for my Controller to crank up the BackFire frequency as he's been wont to do, in true cowardly fashion.. He hasn’t done it yet, and therefore he must be engaged in something rather more diverting for the moment.. *waits stoically…
LATER at 2.50pm
I've just been in and updated my blog for the second time today, this time with Trapped Like a Rabbit.. The BackFire frequency remained quiet right up until the audible thump behind the telly announced that I had my Controller's full attention.. Since then it's stayed running on high… *wipes streaming eyes…
Who is it that piggybacks in on the mybroadband Newsletter, but no longer even bothers to update it? *interested.. It's had the same subject line for over a month.. Sloppyness… *spits…
Why the rush to come on in while I'm still updating my blog?
Why not wait and read it once I've hit the final Publish?
Does someone want to make sure it's 'edited' before going out in the Public domain, or has that since been disallowed? Do my words sometimes cause a hasty huddled conference, in order to collectively refute my latest allegations? *laughing…
LATER at 4.30pm
The Barnard Road, Mayville cellmast is like, four times further away from us, than Tracey’s home is to the iBurst Mast, though it's visible through the trees, despite it's hideous disguise…
Bearing that in mind, can you begin to guess at the levels of EMR that are being flooded into our home to convert a ThickSkin to a ThinSkin with such ease?
Sure, it took that much longer for it to have an effect on the GW, but I'd say concentrated and determined effort won the day in the end…
Back in 2005, when we bore the brunt of the mast ‘adjustments’, and Bali's fumbling attempts to control it's output via computer, the GW was safely at the office over in Mt. Edgecombe, and would leave home early and only arrive back most days, after dark.
It's really only since he’s retired and spends so much more time at home that our Area Controller has been able to make such astonishing inroads against the GW’s natural defences, and I guess Bali’s been keeping a careful chart of what works best against the old man, and what has such astonishing success on me…
The fat little dog hasn’t escaped either, and over the last year has taken to having ‘turns’.. Suddenly, whether she's been asleep and wakes, or is already awake, she will begin to appear totally disoriented and her eyes will glaze over and she will stagger a bit, and look for all the world like she’s about to pop her clogs… I generally just pat her and speak quietly until it passes and she recovers, but I guess there's little doubt that at that point she's being interfered with via the frequencies, and that that’s also what has her going under my bed so often….
The RF Specialist knows this to be the truth, and I care nothing if the rest of you continue to scoff… *shrugs…
Any of you able to go and find whether the S N RETIC company is a properly registered entity and if so, who was it Registered by? The Muni’s Electricity Department or Vivien Reddy? If you're not interested, you darned well should be, even if you are among the elite Chosen…
When realisation finally strikes home, the hardest hit will be those who have considered themselves intellectuals, and as such, impossible to con.. *looks at Ian…
It's now 4.55pm and the remote has just chirruped next door, followed by a brief burst of house alarm…
Someone called Rabindranath Tagore apparently said; Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them.. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it’ and I guess that’s something to aspire to..
Peace..
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Wednesday 12th January 2011 at 10.40am…
